First Kiss


He was the fresh prince
And she the pretty debutante
They were on the wrong side of 16
It was prom night; he looked ravishing in a black tux
And a checkered bow, and she in a strawberry dress
Dripping in desire to his gravitating eyes
And the night ushered in a moment
Purely forensic, washed with sheer delirium.
The scalpel his lips were, came down like a guillotine
As the face took his own route, its own course
The headless body desensitized of life
As his face navigated turbulent waters
To come across on the other side
As driftwood.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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